By Confined, a part of infinite yet finite in a form,
osmotic cosmos only our hearts would know
while our limbs, our thoughts and feelings-
designed by numbers, equations, laws of ancient pasts
remain contingent on the lowest light.
What would it take to exit from the loop?
Cutting the cord, renouncing a body pinned on the cross of time and space,
a disconnection from the grids or smashing tides,
the lows and highs- the visible contour of eight?
Acknowledging the chains in all creation bounded to a form,
the inscribed stories marked by sacrifice-
would that explode the margins of the life we strive to find?
What would it take to learn the truth?
January, 8th, 2020
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